A Dance of Steel

In a world shattered by war, betrayal, murder and witchcraft Lord Robert Whittaker retaliates to the murder of his closet friend by leading an army south, into the lands recently taken by the notoriously brilliant and brutal Lord Obern, a man who in one fell swoop has usurped the empire that shaped the realm. But as the balance of power in the old world begins to sway, the tides of intrigue and battle threaten to drown those who shaped the realm. The Empire marches on the South and the North marches on the Empire.
And as the continent to cascades into a maelstrom of war, while the powerful warlord Deol across the salt sea sets his sights on his western neighbours' unprotected North, and a far older and darker power stirs in the Far North.

(Please note that I started writing this quite a while back and my writing skills have certainly improved since. Therefore you may find the beginning to be slightly shoddy technique wise, but, like a good pig the best meat's at the rear end. Enjoy!)

Due to the loss of my iPad I was forced to take an unfortunately long break from writing, during which I lost a great deal of my active following. I'm sorry to any of you who have already read these chapters but for a while now I will start from scratch and re-upload my story in an attempt to regain my former glory. Thanks for bearing with me.